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know.”  I shut my eyes and pulled his face closer to mine.  My head felt thick and stupid, swimming in liquor, but my hands were fast.  His underwear came off easily; my fingers traced the muscles of his back, up to his neck and down his chest, then back again, endless.  Whether it was liquor or Silas or both, I didn’t care.  Everything fell away.
                  My orgasm happened quickly, intense, but brief.  Still, I tried not to be greedy as Silas pulled out of me.  “Your turn,” I grinned, still catching my breath, and slid my hand towards his cock.  In the dim light, I saw it glistening with my juices.
                  “No,” he protested, and started to pump it himself, the veins in his arm pushed up against his skin as he flexed.
                  I was taken aback, to say the least.  I've never had a guy refuse a hand job in preference of himself, even if he did actually prefer himself, because hey, somebody new, right?  But Silas shut his eyes and kept masturbating, like I wasn't even there.  My post-orgasm glow started fading, though I felt a little horny again, watching him.
                  Then, Silas opened his eyes.  “I'm sorry,” he apologized, “it's just, I was really close to coming, and I'm not ready yet.  And your hand doing it would definitely send me over the edge—I want to make it last.  Besides,” he said, “if you're doing me, I can't do this.”  Before I could react, he pushed two fingers inside me, locating my G-spot.  He slid towards the foot of the bed, his mouth hovering over my pussy,  breath hot and quick against my skin.
                  “Come for me again, Erin,” he commanded, voice low and just a little mischievous.
                  It felt so good—he fingered me perfectly, sucked and nibbled gently at my clit—and I wanted to let go and do as he said.  “But I've never had a multiple orgasm,” I protested.  “I don't think I.... Oh, my God, that feels good—faster, deeper, Si....”  I paused, recollecting my thoughts.  “I don't think I can.”
                  “Sounds like a challenge, to me,” he smirked.  His speed became preternatural; I couldn't think straight.  I wasn't sure there were even real words leaving my mouth.  All I could focus on was his tongue, moving in fast, steady circles.
                  “Wait, Silas, wait,” I stammered.  Obediently, he stopped.
                  “You okay?” he asked.  “Am I hurting you?”
                  “No,” I said hurriedly.  “God, no.  Not at all.”  I pointed to his rock hard cock, still getting half-hearted attention in his left hand.  “It's...I want to make you come too, Silas.  Please let me.”
                  He smiled.  “All right.  If you really want to.”
                  I nodded eagerly, and Silas lay on the bed beside me.  I positioned myself overtop of him, into the sixty-nine position.  It wasn't something that had worked in my favor in the past—most guys used it as an excuse to slack off, honestly.  But Silas immediately set to work, picking up right where he'd left off.  His fingers and tongue moved quickly, and my orgasm surprised me again.  I felt his cock swell inside my throat as I came on his fingers, and knew the feeling of my orgasm excited him.
                  “Again,” he said firmly, and kept his pace steady as ever.
                  “No, Silas, I know I can't orgasm three times—”
                  “You let me worry about that,” he said, and somehow worked even faster.  Within seconds, I felt  another orgasm mounting.
                  “Oh, my God,” I sighed, “Silas...another one....”
                  “I know, baby,” he said knowingly, a little arrogant.  This time, when I whimpered his name, my orgasm quaking